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Jul 2015
Some hearts break, some hearts mend,
Some hearts are never the same again.
Sometimes you have to move on.
Sometimes you have to crawl before you can run.
Some hearts bend, some harden,
Some hearts are never whole again.
Sometimes you have to breathe.
Sometimes you have to die a little, in order, to live.
Written 8/16/10
Jacquie Bullinger
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